She's gone, just as she said she would be, if the spell worked. 

Then...it's over. It's over? 

"Andraste's tits."

"Azry!? Azry!" Alistair screams, and then upon seeing her, all covered in blood and stunned looking, runs full pelt to grab her, and pull her into his arms. 

"Thank the Maker, you're okay. Maker, you're okay," he half-sobs into her hair. 

Azry's arms are tight around his neck, and she holds him as close and tight as her shaking body will allow.

"I'm okay, I'm okay, I promise," she murmurs, squeezing her eyes tight to stop the flow of tears. She laughs a little. "Your chest piece is digging into my neck."

Alistair's laugh is loud, broad, and rather wet sounding. He's crying right through it. 

"When- when you grabbed the sword-"

"Ali-"

"You said I'd make the kill. You promised-"

"Shhh," Azry soothes, stroking his hair. "It's done, it's over."

"I could've lost you."

Azry pulls back far enough to cup his face. "And I could've lost you. It's no fairer either way, you selfish prick." 

She kisses him.

That could be a laugh or a sob against her lips, but Alistair holds her fiercely enough that she will know he knows that wasn't an insult.

She presses a kiss to his cheek, his nose, his temple- the tip of his kinda-pointy ear. 

They're safe. They're together, and the Blight is over-

"Wynne, my darling, let us celebrate our victory in the Grey Warden manner, yes?"

"Throw yourself off a parapet, Zevran."

"The darkspawn! They are retreating!"

Alistair pulls Azry as close as their armour will allow. "We did it. We actually did it. We ended the Blight."

He sounds like he believes it even less than mabari flying. 

"It will take some time for Denerim to recover. But now, it is an option."

Something in Azry freezes, and then she tears herself from Alistair's arms, staring up at him in horror.

"The Alienage."

The horror is echoed in Alistair. 

"Go. Go, we'll catch up- Zev!"

Zevran leaps over the obstacles in his path, catching up with Azry easily-

-Leliana close on their heels.

Blind, furious panic fuels Azry the whole back down the castle towers, into the streets, and across the entirety of Denerim. They make sure to bypass the broken bridge, taking the other entrance, and Azry's mind only clears once she spots a familiar head of red hair-

"SHIANNI!"

"AZRY!" Comes the echoing scream, and soon the woman in question is throwing herself into Azry's arms. "We saw the light, and the darkspawn ran, but you told us that you might- you might not-"

"No, no, I'm fine, I'm fine but- Soris? My-"

She can't even say it.

Shianni pulls away, eyes full of tears. "Soris is fine, I saw him a few minutes ago, but I haven't seen Cyrion or-" Shianni's words are cut off by another scream of Azry's name. 

And then: "COME QUICK!" Soris, outside Azry's childhood home.